I live forever in the realm of comprehension

Chapter 48

Fortunately, he met Meng Guan, if he met other monks, he might lose another life in his hands.

Thinking about Meng Guan's expression at that time and the question he blurted out, Wei Fan couldn't help but laugh.

This kind of thing, he really asked the outlet.

But thinking about it, Wei Fan felt relieved.

I and Meng Guannai are good friends, seeing my friend destroying corpses and destroying traces, it's okay to ask him a question.

If it were someone else, Meng Guan might have already used the breath-holding formula and fled the moment he saw this scene.

How could he even come forward to ask about it.

"At that time, I had just left the Chiling Gold Mine for less than a hundred miles, and saw a man who looked exactly like Brother Wei kill a casual cultivator with a sword. I dare not admit it."

Hearing Wei Fan's words, old Meng Guan's face turned red, and Huzi jumped up and down and added a few more sentences.

"It wasn't until I hid in the dark and observed that it was indeed Brother Wei, that I came out to meet Brother Wei. Alas, I only found out later that the casual cultivator had an enmity with a fellow Taoist. It is not a pity to die!"

At the end, Meng Guan shook his head, a ruthless expression appeared on his face.

Looking at his appearance, it seemed that he wished that it was him, not Wei Fan, who would crush Chen Zhou to ashes.

After listening to the vivid description of the two, He Song was also speechless for a while.

Who would have thought that when Wei Fan left Xianfang to help him kill, he could bring Meng Guan back by the way.

When he saw Wei Fan and Meng Guan at the gate of the courtyard just now, He Song didn't expect it either.

But this kind of thing actually happened.

This.
It's just a coincidence.

"By the way, I brought some of Chen Zhou's ashes back and put them in his storage bag, here." After explaining the matter clearly, Wei Fan quickly took out a storage bag from his arms , and handed it to He Song.

Before leaving the courtyard, he promised He Song that he would bring back some ashes.

Now Chen Zhou is also dead, and his body was burned, so naturally he brought some ashes back.

Not much, but enough.

As for the storage bag, it was naturally found from Chen Zhou.

A small storage bag with a one-meter-square space for storage.

You can usually buy spirit stones for 100 yuan in the Artifact Pavilion.

The storage bag on Chen Zhou's body is like this.

Although for the monks in the early stage of Qi training and the middle stage of Qi training, 100 yuan of spirit stones can be regarded as a lot.

But for Wei Fan in the late stage of Qi training, this storage bag did not arouse his interest.

Take the storage bag.

He Song then input a burst of spiritual power.

Suddenly, a bunch of things appeared in front of He Song.

a small can.

A few talismans.

A small pile of spirit stones.

A few changes of clothes.

A thick soil decision.

And some other miscellaneous stuff.

He Song glanced over each item, and paused for a moment on the small jar.

If he guessed correctly, Chen Zhou's ashes should be in this small jar.

As for other stuff.

He Song also glanced at it, and quickly calculated the price.

The few talismans are all low-grade talismans, worth about 30 to [-] yuan of spirit stones.

He Song counted a small pile of spirit stones, and there were 54 pieces in total.

A change of clothes is worthless, thick soil is definitely worthless, and miscellaneous things are also worthless.

To sum it up.

Chen Zhou's property, including the storage bag, is worth about 180 spirit stones.

"So poor."

With a thought in his heart, He Song shook his head, feeling that this little property really wasn't worthy of Chen Zhou's status as a casual cultivator.

Don't they all say that casual cultivators are richer than Xianfang cultivators?

Looking at it now, it doesn't seem so bad.

But after thinking about it, He Song felt relieved.

Loose cultivators are doing a life of licking blood at the edge of a knife, and the resources they get are probably basically used for their own cultivation.

If he hadn't joined Xianfang to become a husband of Lingzhi and had a stable income, Chen Zhou's net worth might not be so much.

Thinking about himself again, He Song was dumbfounded.

This Chen Zhou is quite rich.

There are only a dozen spirit stones on him now, and he doesn't even have a storage bag.

To be honest, I am still the poorest.

"Fellow Daoist, you can accept these trophies, just remember to owe me a favor from now on."

On the side, seeing He Song pour out everything in the storage bag, Wei Fan said with a smile on his face.

In the small circle of the three, He Songxiu is the lowest, and his annual salary is also the lowest.

Now that he has finally broken through to the middle stage of Qi training, Nian Feng has just increased, and he is not too rich.

Wei Fan himself is a monk in the late stage of Qi training, and he has obtained a lot of resources.

Meng Guan is a monk at the sixth level of Qi training. After three years as a small commander in the mine vein, he must be well-off.

Only He Song, who has just broken through the middle stage of Qi training, has not yet started to receive this year's annual reward.

Seeing that He Song was in such a difficult situation, he naturally wanted to help out.

Wait a few years.

When He Song started to take the Nian Feng in the middle stage of Qi training, his money would gradually become more abundant.

At that time, there is no need to care about such small things.

There are only more than 100 spirit stones, and he, Wei Fan, doesn't take it to heart.

After a few years, He Song would not care about this bit of spirit stone.

What he said about remembering human feelings is just an excuse to let He Song accept these things.

"Yes, fellow daoist, let's put it away. It's good to remember him as a favor at that time. Now that you have broken through to the middle stage of Qi training, you have gained more spiritual stones. After a few years, you will know that this amount of spiritual stones is nothing more than mediocre. "

Seeing Wei Fan speak to persuade, Meng Guan also nodded to persuade.

He used to be the manager of the Lingyao Pavilion. Although he is not as high as Wei Fan, he also understands the ways of some monks in Xianfang.

As a monk in Xianfang, although he doesn't get a lot of annual rewards from his position.

However, there are other benefits as well.

For example, Zhao Lin, a talisman master, in addition to the annual tribute from Xianfang, can also earn spirit stones by making talismans.

Only the annual offering of Xianfang, the number of spirit stones that can be obtained in a year may be relatively small.

But if you add the spirit stones that can be earned by cultivating Baiyi, the income will be greatly increased.

This is also the main reason why most monks in the middle stage of Qi training can save their spirit stones.

Ordinary practice, buying elixir, buying magic tools, buying magic symbols, and buying spells all need to spend spirit stones.

If there is no additional income, relying on the annual bonus issued by Xianfang alone can only be stretched.

In a few years, ordinary monks have been able to practice a hundred arts of self-cultivation, and rely on it to earn spirit stones.

That's why they say it's a few years away.

"Okay, then it's better to be respectful than obedient, and this favor will definitely be remembered in my heart." After thinking about it, He Song didn't refuse.

Since Wei Fan and Meng Guan wanted to help, they agreed.

Anyway, as they said, after a few years, no one would care about these 100 pieces of spirit stones.

Moreover, He Song will keep this favor in his heart.

However, He Song was a little dubious about what they said.

Because three years have passed.

He Song's Introductory Chapter of Formation Dao still hasn't been introduced.

Moreover, even if he had gotten started with formations and was able to set up a gathering spirit formation, he would not be able to risk his life to help other people set up formations to obtain spirit stones.

Therefore, he wondered whether he could treat more than 100 spirit stones as nothing in a few years.

He Song himself couldn't guarantee it.

(End of this chapter)